Roger LoCocco in “Dirty Little Wars”

I live in a thicket infested by zealots bent on the bloodletting of this nation. They raise a glass of Sake to the rising sun and plummet Zeros filled with dynamite into our fathers. They beat themselves with chains until they arrive at a narcotized state, then they shout "Allaahh!" and drive truckloads of explosives into our brothers. They thump Marxist manifestos like some backwater evangelist and carve away half of Europe, enslaving our cousins. Now they want what we have, but they don't want to arrive at it by initiative, they want it by insurrection.